Terror

restless found
no satisfaction in your
surrender to violent sleep.

voices tiptoe, listening
directing the nightmare to be
while shadows poison the outcome.

succumbing to the terror,
cold feet and
flattery brought you through -knowing

there was no chance
to survive in that world,
but here you stand in front of me, alive.

Photography Poetry

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